"Nice and easy, yeah?" I said to the beefcake in a voice as strong as I could muster. "No heroics."It sounded good, but I was a wreck inside. I could ...arely feel my heart it was beating so fast. Unlike Meredith, I'd never fired a gun. I was a stunt driver, not a merc. It was all bravado. Cojones. Stuff I'd seen in the movies I'd been in. I'd watched De Niro and Clooney and other big players trained in the art of how to handle a weapon on set. Shit like that rubs off, but it still felt weird. I squirmed and asked her to keep going. I felt my back arch under the pressure of her tongue as I surrendered my mind. Nadira built me up and finally knocked me down as she climbed up, meeting our clits. I relaxed my spine and tailbone and grabbed her by the hips as she started grinding. She started moaning and grabbing at her breasts. I reached up and pulled her out of her shirt, nearly ripping off her bra. She shoved my head and forced my mouth against her nipple. “Please,” she cried, “don’t. . fucking cumming!”There was no doubt about that. The teasing cunt shook her ass all over him, bouncing and trembling even more than Marion bounced and trembled. Maybe not, but it sure seemed that way. In any event, Rosemary Criscola let loose like Vic loved all his women letting loose, with a lot of movement and lots of dirty talk vocals. As for Vic, he couldn’t help but let loose too. Mrs. Criscola, the once staid and strict Social Studies teacher, did her very best to suck all the goo. It is killing me”. “Relax, man”, Smith said in a very rough and husky tone, pushing even harder as he pulled Oscar up with the arm wrapping him from under. Smith’s hips did a very hard grinding against Oscar’s butt, forcing his cock into the neither land of Oscar’s ass. “You will be fine, if you learn to relax when fucked”. Oscar found himself pushing to stand up on his toes and get away from the intense pain in his bowels as Smith’s cock kept violating his thinning hole. He could not believe.